#notpoetry

[poetsmatter]

Xi Shi sinks fish Wang Zhaojun entices birds into falling Diaochan eclipses the moon Yang Guifei shames flowers

The Four Beauties of China and the idioms reflecting their beauty.

[lovepowerpoetry]

Hi, not poetry related...but, I do have a new article live on The Gamer. Pls check it out if you can :) 

[ilargeicontradictmiself]

So jess says jane austen would've liked bukowski then he says he can't get into poetry so i think it's implied that he wrote something that wasn't poetry , now i would only try bukowski and hemingway for jess and i prefer prose to poetry i hope i can find what notpoetry thing he's talking about cause ive only heard of his poetry. Maybe it was just an intentional plot hole for funsies

[glassheartedboy]

hello there folks would people be interested in hearing me read my poetry? And if so, which ones?

[darkhairedvirg0]

being the extravagantly saddest version of myself is my way of healing

[poemsfornic]

Keeping a Tidy Garden

I believe that for a garden to be productive, it should be tidy. Vegetable plants should be spaced properly to provide the room they need for maximum production. I cage my tomatoes so they grow up toward the sky and not into each other. I plant in a raised bed so that the grass does not grow into the rich topsoil I spread. Ideally, this also keeps the weeds out, but they are tenacious and sneaky. Some mornings it looks like the entire tract is choked by weeds. Many gardeners pluck them carefully, taking time to pull up the long taproots that weeds often have. I have a different technique. Drawing from a pile of soil I keep in reserve, I spread a layer of new dirt over the intruders. The layer is thin, but when I am done it looks like there were never any weeds. My plants stand tall and stark in contrast to the fresh new soil. The extra support is good for them. I nurture them with fresh water and fertilizer. They grow tall with my care.

But weeds have evolved to survive, and when I water my garden or the rain comes, the dirt is loosened and they poke their tendrils through to seek the sunlight again. They have driven their roots deep in the meantime; they have shot runners to snake and tangle across the surface. They rise and shake off the soil, seemingly stronger than before. I smooth dirt over them again, but as I care for my garden, the weeds draw strength. It is never long before the dandelion greens and the wild violets swirl to embrace my peppers and herbs. They are now impossible to peel off without ruining the vegetable plants, so I pack soil tightly up around them and hope that this time they are buried for good. Still the weeds rally and rise, and with growing fervor I try to push them back. I cover them again and again until the new soil reaches the top of the box and overflows into the yard. I pile it higher until the chard is smothered and the tomatoes can bear no fruit. The dirt in reserve runs out, but the mountain has grown high enough so that nothing can grow. There is no more tending the garden, it is hardly a garden at all. It is a monument to numbness: more concerned with covering the plants I did not want than nurturing the ones I did. There are no more weeds, but there is no excitement for the harvest, no savoring the first fruit of the fall. There are no plants at all. I have buried everything. My sorrow dies in the darkness, but my joy dies with it undifferentiated.

[metamehta]

Short-Fic Review: Linked Magic by notpoetry

Summary: Linked Magic is seldom talked about for a good reason - seldom knew enough about it to make informed decisions. But when Fred is informed he and his brother's best mate and crush are Linked, he has to decide. Does he run the risk of saying no and not having a secret weapon during the upcoming War, or does he break the rules and pray he doesn't fall for her and break Ron's heart?

Romance - [Hermione G., Fred W.] - 5 Chapters - Words: 21,223, Rated T

Read it on ff.net

Status: WIP (last updated Feb. 5, 2020)

Review: I have been a longtime fan of the Fred x Hermione pair - but I hate reading short fluffy fics about the couple (mainly cause I just want to read more about them then fluffy stories typically contain). I’ve been looking for a few months, but I think I’ve found a promising new read in Linked Magic.

Notpoetry’s story only has 5 chapters posted so far, but from what’s there - Linked Magic seems like an easy fic to read and to love. The premise isn’t exactly new within the fandom but I like that the story’s taking a realistic approach to “being linked” - in the sense that it isn’t portrayed as something straightforward. I sincerely hope that this story continues down a realistic trajectory for the inevitable romance between Hermione and Fred, instead of portraying the rose-tinted version that’s so often found in fluffy stories.

Having the narrative be from Fred’s perspective is a stylistic choice I’m really enjoying, along with how the story doesn’t mind skipping weeks/months within the term between chapters. There are some aspects of Fred’s inner thoughts that lose me but I’m willing to be lenient with that since the characters are still very much in the introductory, still-developing phase of the story.

I’m interested to see how Linked Magic will deviate from canon and what ultimately will drive the plot in this story - Will the focus be on developing the romance between the characters? Or is the romance a part of a greater narrative where linked magic is used to defeat Voldemort?

Rating: 3*/5

*I was really torn about how to do the rating for this story. The story’s barely started, making it hard to get a feel for how to rate the story in terms of plot/character development etc. but there is enough written to assess how I feel about the story. Worst case scenario, I’ll come back and add a new rating once the story reaches the halfway mark.

[thoughtsofirii]

Gifts from my birthday

[poetjonnyox]

Happy Friday, friends. #jonnyox #remington5 #buttonpoetry #notpoetry #button #fridayquotes #weekendgoals #quickmeals #pizzadelivery #burst #sooner #eatpizza #hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha https://www.instagram.com/p/BwuWHExBvz2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c8ljs1cftk8w

[tatianareallyknows]

I love this new song “Anxiety” from Julia Michaels and Selena Gomez, but the lyrics don’t quite fit my point of view. I gave them a twist and hope you enjoy this different version of them.

-Tatiana Flores

Original song “Anxiety” by Julia Michaels featuring Selena Gomez.

(Released on January 24, 2019 by Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.)

[poetryprompts]

Here are other places to follow me, in light of the likely impending Tumblr exodus.

This blog has always been sfw, but a ban on adult content when many people use Tumblr solely for that affects all of us and unless staff quickly realizes what a poor move this is, usage of the site is going to drop dramatically.

I agree something had to be done to block illegal content and keep adult content away from underage people and those uninterested in it...but as a writer strongly against censorship, I don't think this is the answer.

I often haven't updated here as much as I wanted to but I've enjoyed running this blog. I've enjoyed Tumblr in general. I'm sorry to see it being run so poorly.

[operatic-tragedy]

Restlessness

The start of a rant that might evolve into gods knows what:

I just feel empty right now. The things I love are barely fun anymore and nothing I do can entertain me. I only feel restless, empty, hollow, and... well depressed...

Depression has stolen more than happiness away, it has taken my ability to make myself happy away. The things that once brought me joy make me listless, and the food that once tasted good crumble to dust when it touches my lips. Nothing glows anymore.

I've been battling it for some time now, and had been doing a more or less banged up job of keeping it in check, no cutting no outbursts, mental breakdowns or scenes to be made. It'd been probably a good two months since my last episode. All the progress made now feels dashed to pieces.

I find it scummy to kick someone when they're down, but they did just that. My moment of weakness. One can say to not let other's words affect you all they want, but the truth of the matter is, you're going to feel what you feel. Regardless of how much you keep your emotions in check. Being under the influence can be fun and games until someone dredges up the ugly truth that you've been avoiding. The truth you've been dodging since day one thrown right in your face. The memories rush back and the voices start again. But all that work you put in... all for naught.

The night ends almost horribly. Though another soul, one who probably acted out of pity and obligation saves you from yourself. Regardless of their reasons you owe them everything. That night, they made you find the smallest bit of peace in the lifetime of chaos. They gave you the silence in the deafening oceans of voices, memories, and visions that you were looking for. They brought you back to reality as the world around you was washed away in a tsunami of past and present blended together in an unintelligible mass of vertigo.

Though you survived the ordeal with the begrudging help of another you've been shaken. The aftershocks of the event still course through you. Memories of it flicker through your thoughts and circle the outskirts of your mind like wolves circling sickly prey. Your sanity has fallen victim to none other than your own self, the voices now find easier ways in than they did before and the images flash more vibrantly. But you're managing. You're constantly bombarded with the thoughts but you just want to find that quiet that you found for all of two seconds that you did before. You just want peace. You just want silence. You just want the restlessness to end.

[cerebral-thoughts001]

Laugh and smile at your sight

In light of day and darkest night

Save your thoughts in my mind

Always love you even in fights

[glassheartedboy]

not poetry

Hey y’all. In light of another account here that posts Jewish quotes publicizing their transphobia, and specifically transmisogyny, I want to reiterate my unwavering love and support for all of my trans sisters, brothers, and siblings. We will not be erased. We will not be put aside. We are not a topic to be debated. 

We are loved. You are loved. Trans bodies are good bodies, they are not shameful. We are not shameful. We deserve to exist in the light.

[intsui-blog]

Old dreams but we’re not pushing daisies...😏 #daisy #fanart #manga #nintendoswitch #smashbrosultimate #gamermemes #waluigimemes #mario #luigi #dibujos #cosplaymanga #nintedoswitch #teasers #illustrated #typeography #nohype #notpoetry #charactercrossover #crossover #fashionillustrator #oldmemes #fashiondesignsketch #crossovers #sketchartist #smashmemes #lyrical #stylizedcharacter #portrait #madamada #nintendofanart https://www.instagram.com/p/BrtV8EJh6ph/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17lxgdvxzyqn8

[arasumma]

baby’s just sad